When the spring of life stops blooming hatred makes its nest in every corner
Do you wish to bend from pleasure or only from fear of god
Have your own demons been satisfied, has the blood been drained from the cleft
For soon a seed will rest in a womb and hell will fill the rooms
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Blood-red veins throb
The people cum in the pace of the whip
Lights shine lust upon your face
Hands nailed to a crossroad
In the aura of pain and suffering
The people cum in the pace of the disco
A girl dances, dances in the flames
Hands nailed to a crossroad
Like a whisper dried on the lips whose yearning was rejected
Alone you scream and fall apart, fear and disappear
And you will be melted into the center of the universe
And there you will never be able to sleep again
Cold sigh on your face accommodates the devil
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